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When old men get well-known again
and interviews come to the cottages,
the dachas, the garden corners,
there are pictures taken away:
well-known old men. Daylight
from the side and the hard old head
thinking about daylight. Silver
stubble, hands let still.
There's a secret that keeps them going.
Each has beside him at all
times, in a wineglass
or a scrubbed-out fishpaste jar,
his flower. That's how they stay alive,
quietly seated, each with his dried
seed head or spirited weed.
---So the photographers say;
searching the dresser for a glass,
the yard for a flower.
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